Boys come and go
but your scent remains etched on my skin,
Your lips engraved onto my soul.
Pleasure ends as soon as it begins,
After which I become numb
Except for the pain, it comes
In waves, crashing into me
On the nights
when I have no one to hold
No anchors to keep me from sinking
and I lay cold
until the morning.
Engulfed by your memory.
